[EDITING] Red And Blue Looks Good On You (Peter Parker X Reader)

35. Can't help.

Nine week time skip.

Everything was perfect. Everything was going amazingly well. Eight weeks ago Bucky proposed to Steve during Movie Night and I got the whole thing on video. The day after Peter took me on our second real date and I went back to school on Monday without a limp. Two days later I began creating the suits for Spider-man and Red. Six weeks since all hell broke loose.

(Flashback to Wednesday after she came back to school)

(A/n until it says 'end of flashback' specifically 'cause this is gonna be a really long 'flashback' so it might go on for chapters)

I'd felt so much better that week. I had been off my morphine drip for five days now and I healed even quicker than they expected. Bucky and I chose rings and he engraved 'I'll be with you' on Steve's and 'Till the end of the line' on his ring. He proposed on Friday during movie night and it was adorable. Saturday Peter took me on a date out to the country and we stayed out all night under the stars, I even got to see a shooting star. Everything was going amazing, Dad had told me I could go back to school monday, Michelle would be visiting after school that day too and I explained to dad why I thought I had to tell her. He was angry but understood.

I missed basketball tryouts but I knew I probably wouldn't be able to play anyway. Today Peter and I are going to go to the court after school and are gonna get some snacks on our way there. School had just gotten out and Peter was holding my hand as we walked up to our lockers. I pulled the basketball out and put my books from my bag away into my locker.

(Like ten minute time skip)

I dribbled as we walked through the fencing around the court and sat my slushie on the bench. Immediately I dribbled around and began shooting from random places on the court. I see the curly haired boy in the corner of my eye and shoot another shot. Grabbing the rebound I turn to Peter to see him smirking. "Hmm what's so funny?" I ask before bounce passing it to him.

"Oh nothing," he says quickly and just before the ball touches the ground he kicks his wrist and catches it before it can bounce.

"Peter! Someone might see you c'mon!" I half shout.

"C'mon babe the whole blocks empty no one's gonna see me," he laughs walking towards me. "Guess what!" He says excitedly.

"Hmm?"

"I love you!" He told me quickly before dribbling around me and shooting. "Nothin' but net!" He laughs. Everything felt great. But then someone screamed. Quickly I turn seeing someone in a black hoodie pointing a gun at a woman. Quicker than I can process everything happening Peter grabs my hand and pulls me behind him. "Out of my way!" I whisper shout shoving him out of the way.

The man has the womans by her shirt now and the guns much too close to her face. "Peter let me go!" I tell him before breaking free of his grip and run to the gate pulling it open as quiet as I can. "Hey! Mister I think you forgot something!" I shout from across the street just loud enough to catch his attention.

"Wha- hey! Don- don't move or I uh I'll shoot her!" He stuttered

"How 'bout you shoot me instead?" I shout and begin walking.

"I'll- I will do it!" He shouts again hand trembling, just as his voice.

"Like I said before, point the gun at me not her. If you're gonna shoot bring it this way! I shout taking small slow steps. After about three he points his gun at me.

"I- I uh- I said don't move!" This has gotta be his first time doing this.

"You don't have to do this sir, please. Please put the gun away I can help you if you need it just please don't hurt the nice lady," I say gently. My hands are raised and pushed outward slightly. Just then I see Peter behind him and he holds a finger to his lips.

I nod my head and look the man in the eyes and suck in a breath. "Sir please," I say lowering my hands and pausing where I stand. His gun has slowly dropped and it's hardly pointed at my abdomen now.

"No!" He screams and the gun comes back up only mere feet from my face. His grip loosens on the woman but tightens on the gun. Slowly he looked at the ground and I quickly look at her, nod to his arm, and use my head to gesture the opposite way. Peter notices and steps that way. "You.. you can't he won't let me stop I have to take her or he'll kill me," he cries out.

"Sir I can help you-" he cuts me off.

"No! You can't!" I hear the gun click and my eyes flick to the woman and nod. She runs and I grab his arm and turn it over. I kick out his knees and swipe his feet out and pull the gun from his hands the way Nat taught me. He doesn't fight back. Not once. He falls and let's the gun leave his hand but just before he let's go he grabs it once more and pulls the trigger. I pull back but not quick enough. The bullet grazes my right shoulder and I yelp in pain. I pull the gun back and point it at him. There's a slight ringing in my right ear.

"Peter!" I shout and he shoots a web at the man. Then another and another until there are no limbs for him to move.

"Thank you," I mumble before leaning towards the man. "Please let us help you, who are you working for we need to start there?" I ask.

"I- I can't he'll- it will kill me I'm sorry for this," he stops and spits something at me. I pull just in time and it misses me by less than a few centimeters.

"I'm sorry sir," I tell him and punch him on the side of his head and almost instantly he seems to be asleep. "Sirens. Peter you got some paper? We gotta get out of here quick."

"Yeah one sec," he runs back towards our things and grabs paper and a pen. "Here."

"Thanks," I pause and wipe it off with my shirt and pull a leaf from the ground and he the paper down. "Hmm what should I write? Dear police, t'was I who shot the gun. I'm very sorry but please do take custody of me," I laugh stating it in a poshy accent.

"Something like that," he chuckles before jogging back towards our stuff.

Quickly I write 'dear police, this is the man who shot the gun. He needs help. Please take him into custody' and I set it on his chest and pressed slightly making it stick to the web.

I look up to Peter and he hands me my bag, the basketball already shoved back in it and he grabs my hand and smirks at me as we begin to run. We run as fast as we can until we get three or four blocks past.

"Nice job," I laughed. He didn't. He had a very serious look on his face. "What's the matter?" I ask softly resting my head against his arm.

"There was a thing uncle Ben used to say. I can't remember exactly what it was but, well it's kinda like the with great power comes great responsibility and all that stuff but there was something a little different about it- uh god I swear I knew it. Anyway it's like when we've got these powers like this but we don't use them or do something to help others, it makes us just as bad as the other guys doing the bad things," he tries to explain.

"You wanna become like- like a superhero? Like my dad or something?" I stutter out.

"I mean yeah- or no? I don't knwo but it doesn't feel right not to do anything, ya know?"

"I get it. I've been trying to become an avenger since I was six," I laugh as we begin walking at a steady pace. "I've had an idea for my own suit for a while now. Draw out an idea for yours and I'll make some edits to mine tonight. We'll see how it works out."

"J-just like that? You already have this planned and everything? You- you wanna be a superhero?" He asked excitement noticeably rising with his voice.

"Well yeah, of course I do. Have you met my family?" I ask sarcastically.

Word count : 1484

(A/n Hi guys! I hope this makes up for the short chapter! I don't have much to say this time so, I hope you liked it and thank you so much for reading! Love you guys❤)